|Image prompt from The Mag|
Underneath the rusted iron, a prowess of illusion remained,
The unable driver of the machine remained in awe,
Wheels turned towards a virginal meadow, wet from dew,
Unheeded balloons that flew from the past settled around,
It lifted the machine and made it drift along in the wind,
The driver's watch made revolutions towards the past.
Balloons, blue in hue, showed him paths to the unknown,
He drove in mid air, honked at passing souls, some
Blinded by the confusion of death, while some struggled
To remove burial dirt that perturbed, even in afterlife!
Balloons, red in rage, talked about the life of a wizard
Who fell in love with a princess, how he gave her
Balloons, red with love, out here in the meadows,
Illuminated with light from his shiny new machine.
Balloons, black and bleak, overpowered the ride with
A fury of emotions. It hit the car towards unruly clouds,
Rain and winds swirled the machine, red balloons popped
Giving grave thunder, the wizard's tears fell as rain!
Balloons which remained, yellow and alone,
Spoke of a lover's pledge, it glowed bright and true,
The eyes of the wizard looked plainly at the driver,
A lifetime's promise could now be fulfilled.
The driver woke up at his own bed, his machine stood
Erect in the yard, with yellow balloons still in flight,
He saw raindrops, frozen, yet still hugging onto the
Yellow group. He took them to the queen as a present,
She rejected them outright, but the frozen balloons
Made a final flight, it settled on the queens lap,
And burst with the sound of cries, and frozen drops
Of rain dripped all along her royal gown!
Impromptu : An impromptu magic trick is the one in which a magician performs an illusion with items that he happen to find at a moment's notice.